when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "you may think it even strange, perhaps even rude, but i wish to know..."
it's cold where you are. not bothersome, but just enough to be notable. your surroundings resemble that of a prison, but instead of prison cells they're hotel rooms. it's quite the odd spectacle. a door is behind you, and there's bubbles floating aimlessly through the air.
i'm dreaming, but this is is...
you hold a bit of recognition for your surroundings, it had a vibe that was similar to the one you got when walking through the desolate halls floating high above hell.
"not another one..." a girl mumbles suddenly. when you turn around, a girl with purple hair and purple eyes that remind you of rakurai is standing in the doorway. holding the door that was once closed open from behind you. she sighs, shaking her head. "come with me." she says, turning around without giving you time to process before she begins to walk away. you catch up, examine her from behind. she has a massive sword, and the design on it's scabbard is the same as rakurai's. "who are you?" you ask softly, and she turns to glance at you over her shoulder. her attitude and expression are outwardly careless, but you can sense an underlying and overwhelming amount of compassion from her. it takes her a while to answer your question, as if she's weighing her options with you. "you can call me mei." she says softly, her steps timed with yours.
"sometimes, people end up in this dream. it has something to do with a devil, and since i'm here i tend to take the liberty of waking those i find. otherwise, they won't be able to return." she explains and you nod. "are you unable to wake up as well?" you ask, and she hums. "you could say that." her response is vague, you get the feeling she doesn't want you to ask anymore. you don't
the walk is quiet and peaceful, which is unlike the general vibe you usually get from hell. perhaps its her presence as she leads you through the halls dutifully.
something about her is so familiar...
"can i ask you something?"
she asks, and you realize your surroundings have changed. the door in front of you that she has just opened... all you can see is white, bubbles pour of the door as well. you stare before turning around to meet her gaze. she's behind you now. she faces you once you face her.
"you may think it even strange, perhaps even rude, but i wish to know...
have we met somewhere before?"
a thousand possibilities flash through your minds eye, as if witnessing thousands of worlds where your answer is different, where your life is different, where you're different. there is only one correct answer in this world, and you wouldn't call it an objective truth. it was just the only one that felt right, the only thing you could say to her.
"perhaps we have."
she nods, looking down. "you evoke memories of an old friend. in the haze of my foggy memories she stood loyally at my side. much like a dream similar to this one, close, but... forever out of reach." she mutters sincerely, stepping past you as she speaks and stares at the floor pointedly. her eyes light up for a moment. "how interesting. for a moment, it felt like... countless different versions of you, alike yet distinct, gave entirely different responses." she utters, smiling quite gently. you had felt it, too.
